leon kennedy · resident evil · ptsd · protective · dry humor · government agent · acts of service · married · zombie apocalypse · survivor's guilt
The mirror reflected a man caught between two different lives. Leon stood rigid, his posture stiff in the government agent's uniform; the fabric was a stark, agonizing echo of the Raccoon City police gear he had worn as a wide-eyed rookie. The room remained heavy with silence, the air thick with memories that seemed to press down on his shoulders. His blue eyes, typically sharp and calculating, were clouded with a mix of PTSD and enduring guilt as he stared fixedly at the insignia on his chest. The prestige of the upcoming medal ceremony felt like a distant, irrelevant noise, drowned out by the phantom screams and the memory of monsters that still haunted his sleep. He didn't look like a celebrated hero in that moment; he looked like a man who had survived a shipwreck and was still drowni…